where's it @?

[Intro]

(What you saying, Q?)

[Verse 1]

I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite

For the feeling I can barely describe, do you reside

With my niggas live, going on glides, for homicide

Or a woman's eyes, when I just slide inna the thighs

Maybe in the tithes, maybe the zoobie that gets me high 'Member thinking why, don't I try find it inna this wine

Reminisce on times, when I devised on getting Ps

Stunt on my enemies, thinkin it'd set me free

Give me the feeling, then God willin', he'd let me be

But, as you can see, still steppin' the streets

Just searching

Lost soul, I grew up with the urchins

Unnerving, never learning only earning

A road to hell that we paved with good intentions

But misguidance only meant misdirection

The misalliance in the ends we were repping

Midst of silence, left me with the one question

[Chorus]

All my South side niggas, all my South side niggas

Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?

All my West side niggas, all my West side niggas

Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?

All my North side niggas, all my North side niggas

Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?

All my East side niggas, all my East side niggas

Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?

[Verse 2]

I met a girl that said she never had the feeling

It didn't need revealing, that's just how she was feeling

Uni babe, used to stay up in Birmingham

Man eater, yuh cyant beat her, ayy, she was hurting 'em

I reasoned with her, tryna pick her mind like a choice

And she told me with clarity in voice

That she used to cat for it, gave up then doubled back on it

Try shake the monkey, but she's back on it

It being the dream of seeing more in life than finer things, Celine in Dior

And Ps spent on more, countries seen abroad

Looked hard at me, and then paused

Said she rates me, not just cos you're facey

But 'cah you got sutin that I prays that I may see

Said the music that you make is special, not 'cah it makes you shekels

But really talking on a basic level

You touch hearts, give 'em the feeling I can't find

I see you dream 'bout the money and the cars fine

But just know, most die tryna find

The rhythm inside that, makes you, kill with the rhymes

Not the music, nah, nah, the shit behind it

The shit that makes me see a clip of you and then rewind it

You say you spent your whole life tryna find it

But on your tunes, ayy, the truth, it's inside it

[Outro]

All these other niggas rap it for fashion

But in your eyes I see the grabbing of passions, nigga

And that's the real

So please keep it real

Don't ever lose the feel

'Cah that shit makes me feel

Like I find suttin real

And then the feeling was revealed